A/N: For my friend who was desperate to see a sassy gay librarian, hope this satisfies you until the next chapter! Happy birthday honey!

Caution: Sass and unforgiving staring!

John sighed aloud. He was sick to the back teeth of these damn children making out in the back stacks of the architecture section. They always managed to knock the same shelf of books on to the floor. It really didn't make life any easier, though he was pretty sure that he could restack the books blindfolded.

He picked up the largest book, bound in brown leather and ran his fingertips over the softened pages. The musty smell of the ancient book washed over him and John revelled in the scent. This was why he continued to stay at the library, willingly putting up with the sex-crazed kids who mucked up his system. The longing to be near books, and caring for the wealth of knowledge that lay within, pulsed with renewed strength every time that John Watson picked up a book. The job made him feel protective over the volumes that lay all around him, as if he was the mighty gatekeeper that would guard the tomes from malicious people who would desecrate the wisdom that lay hidden in the pages.

John sighed again. He finished putting the rest of the architecture volumes back on to the shelves in the proper positions and dusted off his trousers. Trying to maintain the perfect librarian-come-dishevelled-teacher look he had perfected that morning. He knew that the image was very popular with the visiting homosexual society that graced his library with their presence.

He had come to terms with his sexuality very early in life, knowing that it would only hold him back if he wasn't honest with himself. His family had taken it quite well, only Harry had resented not being the centre of a homosexual scandal, but that was to be expected. All of his friends had accepted him, some saying that they had been waiting for him to step out of the closet for years, and were surprised that it had taken him this long. He smiled at the thought of all of his mates, and the loving environment that they had provided him with. He really ought to make an effort to meet up with them more.

"Waiting for someone?"

The low, sultry voice startled John and he whirled around looking for the owner to the delightful tones that graced his ears.

The librarian stared at the form that stood before him. The long, lean form was relaxed against the stacks. Legs that went on for days, clothed in sleek black trousers, ever so slightly too tight around the blokes arse – not that John was complaining. The torso was sheathed in a silken shirt, the colour of a beautiful burgundy wine, the shade doing delightful things to the man's complexion. The jacket hung slightly off his shoulders but was tight around his waist, accentuating the slight curve of his body. It was the same material as the trousers and quite obviously expensive. Strong hands hung loose at the man's side, slightly flexing when John's gaze was directed at them. John dragged his eyes further up the man's body, slipping past the open collar of the button down shirt, and focusing on the hollow of the man's collarbones, the slip of his neck. The man's face was astoundingly beautiful, all harsh lines and smooth planes of alabaster skin. The cheekbones alone were shocking! The mass of raven black curls were widely untamed and looked perfect for the delicate fingers of the librarian to touch and caress. The slight mouth was twisted in a small smirk, but the lips looked soft and kissable.

But what struck John the most, was the eyes. The changeable nature of the blue-green eyes was evident even in the glance that John shot at the man. But there was a hidden depth to the eyes, a window into the man's soul, but you needed a key as it was locked tight, just out of reach.

John realised that he had been staring at the stranger for an inappropriate amount of time, and he cleared his throat, watching the visitor's smirk widen as he floundered for a response.

"Err... no. No I'm not, I was just clearing up." The slightly stutter that was evident in John's voice only made the smirk widen further into a fully blown grin. The brilliant white teeth gleamed in the fluorescent light that was flooding the architecture section.

"Clearly. Look, I'm trying to find the Grecian Temples and Their Usage in Today's Society, can you help, or can you not?" The teasing tone subsided as the request was asked, and the grin faded into a look of indifference.

John felt a pang of disappointment as the smile fell off the stranger's face, his face was still beautiful but it lacked the undeniable charismatic pull when it was devout of the grin. "Yeah, I know where that is, the kids always knock that section too." John rolled his eyes at the stranger and was pleased when a ghost of the smile graced the lips of the perfection before him.

As they walked further down the row, John was searching for the correct volume, stretching slightly as he scanned the higher level shelves, the librarian felt a faint breath falling of the back of his neck, "Are you sure it's just the kids?"

John gasped and felt himself tighten uncomfortably in the light trousers he had donned this morning. But he wasn't going to give in that easily, this stranger had done nothing to warrant him bringing out his full-scale scold, but he wasn't willing to let him get away with mercilessly teasing him.

He whirled around to face the man, grabbing the book that he had wanted off the shelf in a single swoop and thrust the tome into the unsuspecting man's chest. "Oh, honey, yes I'm sure."

John smiled as he watched a quizzical look cross the man's features, knowing that the response he had given was not what the man was expecting. He pushed harder on the book, noting that the visitor still hadn't taken hold of the book. The sudden movement shocked the stranger into action; he grabbed hold of the edges of a Grecian Temples, gripping it tighter than was really necessary.

The librarian smoothed back his hair and turned to walk away from the stranger, a smirk fully fledged on his lips. John reached the end of the stack before turning to the man, who was staring at him as he left, and making a smart-ass comment.

"The adults make out in the horticulture section."

He winked and left a gaping stranger stood in the stacks, grinning at his boldness, and secretly hoping that he met that particular man again. Though, he was pretty sure that their paths would cross once more.

TBC...